IC Inbox - Entranceway

[directed]

Obviously I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll--listen to it. Eventually.

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[directed]

I'd hardly want you to trouble yourself, Mr. Thawne. As reassuring as your offer is.

[Rip won't point out there are worse places he could end up in this scenario: the pool, the fountain in this still frigid weather.

What it does do is cement the shift back to something closer to their first conversation existing between them now. While he's ready to walk away, Rip pauses for a moment. He can already guess the answer, but he'd be remiss not to ask the question anyway.]

I don't suppose you'll tell me what brought all this on? The sudden desire to meet, whatever uncertainty you'd been feeling.

[For curiosity's sake.]

[projected]

I told you - I've been thinking about it since the flood.

[Of course that's what he says, and not the whole truth. But he won't dare even make a hint of what he dreamed, or Rip's part in it.]

[directed]

And yet you only saw fit to ask about it now--in the midst of another event no less.

[Rip isn't completely buying it. There is something he's missing, although Eobard likely won't reveal whatever detail that is. Still--he's not taking the man's words at face value.]

[projected]

Believe what you will. I may not be a polite man, but I'm not a dishonest one. I do not make falsehoods about my intentions.

[His lies are only by omission, which other people count while he doesn't. Anything he doesn't reveal is done with calculation.]

[directed]

Oh, I've no reason not to believe you. [At least not so far as this is concerned.] You've been thinking about it since the floods; fine.

But merely thinking about something, and choosing to act on it--[He points towards Eobard briefly.]--those are two entirely different creatures.

So I suppose what I'm really asking after, is what made you decide to act?

[projected]

[He smirks.]

If you must know, I just wanted to ruin your pleasant evening.

[directed]

Oh, how flattering that you'd go to the effort.

[Right then. Eobard means not to tell him, and Rip hardly suspects he'll be able to sway the man. So be it.]

Until the next time we meet, Mr. Thawne.